348 LETTERS FROM INDIA.

are no doors whatever to the interior of our part
of the house—nothing but open jalousies—the
hot wind comes bustling upstairs and through
all the jalousies and spoils our comfort. George
and I sat in the garden in the evening, and

Fanny and ------ went out in the boat, but

there was not a breath of air anywhere. Late
at night, when the others went to bed, Fanny,

------, and I tried his sailing boat, and there

was just enough air to move it, and the moon is
so entirely lovely just now it is worth going on
the water to look at it.

Monday, April 17.

Saturday night we drove out late to see the
cantonments lit up for the Mohurram, but did
not see much. Sunday we had a very good

sermon from Mr.------; but I do not imagine

that the bread which is being baked in the oven
can attend entirely to what the baker observes,
and 1 always feel that at church. I am always
feeling overdone and burnt, and want to be
turned the other side.

There is an active Mrs. ------, the new

colonel's wife, who is getting up subscriptions
to glaze the Barrackpore church, and then we
shall do better.